I’ve come to the conclusion that daylight savings time was invented by the devil. Okay, so really it was entomologist George V. Hudson who came up with the idea as we know it.
It’s supposed to save energy consumption, promote outdoor leisure activity in the evening (in the summer), and reduce traffic accidents (when we “fall back” we “gain” an hour). But biologically speaking, it makes no sense. My hens wake up with the sunrise, irrespective of the time on the clock. And so do my kids.
It doesn’t matter that they are in grades 1 and 3 have been taught how to read the time on a clock. Time is just one of those concepts that don’t mean anything to children in elementary school. So rather than “gaining” an hour of sleep in the fall when we go back to local standard time, I become even more sleep deprived because rather than waking me up at 6:30 am, my kids wake me up at 5:30 am. Keep this going for a few days and I’m a walking zombie.
Being sleep deprived, I of course forgot that I hung up the outside Halloween decorations in the garage to dry before I store them away for the year. So when I benignly go to put out the recycling, I get the adrenaline jolt, spit out my coffee, trip over my own feet and hurl my mug at this danger staring me in the face.
Now I understand why there is an increased risk of heart attack associated with this time change business. And time change is all for naught since Einstein’s theories prove that time is relative anyway.